Mythicfantasy Stories

Hell was never meant to burn alone. Azrion, the forgotten King of Hell, sits upon his obsidian throne as the fire within him begins to die. His realm is cracking. His children are lost. And his only hope lies in the mortal world-where a single soul shines bright enough to reignite everything. Her name is Nova. She lives a quiet life above, cloaked in silver hair, inked symbols, and an aura of love that doesn't belong in this world. But Nova is not what she seems. Her past was taken. Her power sealed. Her destiny hidden among stars and smoke. When Azrion enters her world, everything unravels. As Lucifer, the fallen Prince of Lies, rises to claim a stolen throne, the Children of Hell must choose between the truth they were denied and the lie they were born into. And in the center of it all, Azrion and Nova must face what they were, what they are, and what they're willing to become-together. This is not a story of conquest. This is a story of flame, memory, and love reborn in the ashes. For fans of dark romance, mythic fantasy, and morally complex love stories that burn hotter than Hell itself.

Once a devoted monk, now exiled and nameless, Sanwu walks through the ruins of a world he helped break. Branded The Unbound, haunted by dreams that aren't his own, he alone hears the bells that no longer ring. When a girl with a cursed spirit crosses his path, and a child who whispers to ghosts begins to follow, Sanwu finds himself at the heart of a growing storm. Relic hunters chase echoes of power. A death cult rises in the ashes. And the War God he once released threatens to rise again. To stop it, Sanwu must sacrifice more than his past. He must decide if redemption is worth becoming no one at all. A quiet, spiritual fantasy about memory, guilt, and the weight of names. When the bells call again, will he answer? A Korean-inspired dark fantasy.

"Before legends are carved in stone... they are forged in storms, in blood, and in choices no child should ever face." The tale begins on the night the skies themselves broke open-when a celestial-dark storm bled light and shadow over the Solarium Bastion. In its wake, the Order of Luminar discovered an infant wrapped in silver cloth... and a newborn dire wolf pup curled against him, refusing to be moved. That child was Divuad. That wolf was Freya. And destiny had already bound them tighter than soulsteel. Raised within the sacred halls of the Order, young Divuad trains, struggles, and rises through the ranks as strange powers awaken beneath his skin-powers even the Elders whisper about behind closed doors. Freya, once a small silver pup, grows into a fierce guardian, sensing every flicker of the ancient force that stirs within her bonded companion. As shadows creep across Aurelion Crestfall, Divuad faces the horrors no Initiate should ever confront: Lower Abyssal entities stalk the wilds, secrets buried beneath the Solarium itself, and the prophecy that hints he may be the final thread between salvation and oblivion. With Freya at his side-fang, fury, and loyalty incarnate-the boy steps onto a path far larger than his years. This is not merely the story of how a hero is born. It is the story of how the last of an ancient lineage begins to awaken. If you dare follow his footsteps... then open the pages. The storm is only beginning. - Odric Shadowrend Ranger. Chronicler. Watcher of the Riftborne's rise.

Beneath the sacred stones of Minas Tirith, a forgotten seal breaks-and with it, the boundaries between judgment and mercy. When Aragorn awakens Ancalagon the Black, the greatest of Morgoth's dragons, he does not seek conquest. He offers redemption. Faced with divine scrutiny and mortal fear, Aragorn proposes a covenant: not of chains, but of choice. As Eönwë, Herald of the Valar, descends to challenge this act of trust, the fate of Middle-earth trembles. Can a soul forged in fire walk the path of peace? And what price must be paid for hope? This is a tale of transformation, institutional reckoning, and the fragile power of grace. A dragon seeks restoration. A king risks everything. And the stars themselves seem to hold their breath. Themes: Redemption, divine justice, political consequence, emotional realism, mythic fantasy. --- Disclaimer: This work is a piece of fanfiction inspired by J.R.R. Tolkien's legendarium. It is a transformative, non-commercial story written with deep respect for the original canon. All characters, settings, and lore from The Lord of the Rings and The Silmarillion are the property of their respective rights holders. No copyright infringement is intended.

In a world where dreams were once stolen-ripped from the hearts of mortals and scattered like ash upon the wind-hope became a whisper few dared to follow. But from the remnants of that broken age, three descendants emerged, bound by fate and to a legacy that refused to fade. They were called forth by the lingering will of Sylvia-the Dreamkeeper, the Betrayed Flame-to reclaim what was lost and set right what history had buried. Sylira, fierce and unyielding. Noctavius, silent and watchful. Dravien, torn between doubt and duty. They are neither gods nor demigods, yet they bear the sacred marks of the Chosen. Not for glory, not for worship, but for judgment. For the world does not welcome them as heroes. It sees only echoes-reminders of a cataclysm born from Sylvia's rebellion and the fear it left behind. Their journey weaves through shattered lands and fractured realms, where old wounds still bleed and forgotten powers stir beneath the surface. They find unlikely allies among those cast aside-demigods stripped of divinity, mortals burdened with forbidden truth, and seers who remember what the world wants to forget. Each step forward is haunted by the past, yet driven by the hope of something more. But the war has never truly ended. It shifts, festers, grows-no longer just between gods and mortals, but between truth and deception, memory and myth, freedom and fear. The realms themselves fracture beneath the weight of unspoken truths, and whispers of a second sundering echo across the skies. What is a legacy if not a trial? What is redemption if not a choice? As shadows rise and the lines blur between salvation and ruin, the question remains: Will their journey mend the broken dream of the world, or will it unravel the last threads holding it together?

🔥 The Throne of Suryavrat - Raktasindhu (Book 1) 🔥 After seven years in training, the Sun-Blessed heir returns to the golden citadel of Suryagarh. But in the Hall of Thrones, every smile hides a blade... and every crown drips with blood. Amid lords who watch her like prey and a prophecy that whispers of fire and ruin, Maithili must tread carefully - for in Suryavrat, even the sun casts shadows. An epic tale of power, prophecy, and betrayal. © 2025 Radhika Dhir. All rights reserved.

The Ancient Panhellenic Games have four games in total: Olympic Games, Pythian Games, Nemean Games, and Isthmian Games. Each game honors a region of mythologies. Explore mythic fantasy in this fun collaboration of myths & legends. Join @mythandlegend and @highfantasy to relive these games once more with our own version! Choose your weapons and take part in these miraculous events with us now, Panhellenic warriors.

In a world where dreams were once stolen-ripped from the hearts of mortals and scattered like ash upon the wind-hope became a whisper few dared to follow. But from the remnants of that broken age, three descendants emerged, bound by fate and to a legacy that refused to fade. They were called forth by the lingering will of Sylvia-the Dreamkeeper, the Betrayed Flame-to reclaim what was lost and set right what history had buried. Sylira, fierce and unyielding. Noctavius, silent and watchful. Davien, torn between doubt and duty. They are neither gods nor demigods, yet they bear the sacred marks of the Chosen. Not for glory, not for worship, but for judgment. For the world does not welcome them as heroes. It sees only echoes-reminders of a cataclysm born from Sylvia's rebellion and the fear it left behind. Their journey weaves through shattered lands and fractured realms, where old wounds still bleed and forgotten powers stir beneath the surface. They find unlikely allies among those cast aside-demigods stripped of divinity, mortals burdened with forbidden truth, and seers who remember what the world wants to forget. Each step forward is haunted by the past, yet driven by the hope of something more. But the war has never truly ended. It shifts, festers, grows-no longer just between gods and mortals, but between truth and deception, memory and myth, freedom and fear. The realms themselves fracture beneath the weight of unspoken truths, and whispers of a second sundering echo across the skies. What is a legacy if not a trial? What is redemption if not a choice? As shadows rise and the lines blur between salvation and ruin, the question remains: Will their journey mend the broken dream of the world, or will it unravel the last threads holding it together?

Vädrion is a vast, ancient world built on the living architecture of roots, magic, and forgotten divinity. At its dawn, three Primordials shaped creation itself Väthar the Protector, Kaelvyr the Creator, and Ruinmar the Destroyer. From their essence rose the Loyal Eight, divine beings who nurtured dawn, moonlight, healing, forests, oceans, craft, fate, and peaceful death. But betrayal shattered the world. The Rebel Gods usurped creation, rewrote history, and plunged mortals into ages of lies. When the long-buried Rootspire finally rose again, prophecy awakened and truth returned. Across continents, kingdoms, bloodlines, and lost races, the Convergence reshaped reality and rebalanced the forces of magic, nature, and mortality. Now restored by the Nameless One's choice, Vädrion enters the Age of Balance an era where Primordials, gods, mortals, and all living things must share the future together. Vädrion is a world of ancient language, living roots, divine history, mythic wars, and new beginnings. It is a setting full of stories yet to be told. This is a worldbuilding concept, not a complete story. Vädrion is an open setting designed for writers, novelists, and TTRPG creators who want to build their own tales within it. Feel free to transform, expand, or reinterpret any part of this world. Let me know if you enjoy it and want more. If you want, I can format this like an introduction page, a preface, or a TTRPG-style overview.

(Said to be transcribed from the lost writings of the wandering immortal Qian Zhou, who vanished atop Mount Duyi three thousand years ago. No other copy has ever been found. This is the first translation, offered in silence and humility.) Translated from no known tongue. Attributed to Qian Zhou, the Vanished Immortal.

The Book That Doesn't Know What It Is is a collection of mythic, emotionally charged short stories that defy easy categorization. Each piece stands alone-some poetic, some surreal, some grounded in quiet realism-but together they explore grief, transformation, memory, and the strange beauty of unfinished things. This is not a book with a single voice or genre. It shifts. It wanders. It remembers. For readers who crave stories that echo long after the last line.

The Ashen Loom tells of Seryphos, the Primordial God of Unraveling, born from the first silence. Feared by other deities for his power to undo creation, he dwells alone in the Veil of Ash, answering the forgotten prayers of mortals. When a child asks why he unravels existence, Seryphos reveals that endings are gifts, not destruction. Worshiped in secret as a bringer of release, his final act will be to unmake even himself-returning all things to perfect Nothingness.

Hidden in the serene valley of Windrun lies a colossal willow tree, its ancient core harboring a remarkable library that holds within its books the entirety of written fiction from the beginning of time. Guarding this treasury are the Keepers, an elven group of librarians who diligently protect and organize humanity's literary creations. However, when a nefarious shadow escapes its confinement, stealing beloved characters from our cherished stories, Lyra, a gifted elf with extraordinary unknown abilities, must embark on a mystical journey shrouded with magic, danger, and mystery. With the new knowledge of her powers and a heavy task on her hands, Lyra must unlock her true abilities to save the realm she loves and the book she loves most. Can she be the one to save them from the darkness that unfolds? Get ready to be captivated by this spellbinding tale of enchantment and adventure. **Completed the 10-chapter JustWriteIt challenge **Featured on @Fantasy High Fantasy reading list

Can a selkie mend his broken heart? After a car accident results in the loss of his family, memories, and empathy, Lee Kangmin finds himself trapped in a colorless world. Once considered a miraculous recovery case of retrograde amnesia, he is now one of the best neurologists in South Korea. Determined to maintain his strict routine and personal code of conduct, he is reluctant to open his heart out of fear it'll get crushed again. His desperation to maintain a shred of normalcy in his life peaks when he encounters Ariadne, whose presence forces his painful memories to break free. On the surface, she appears to be nothing more than a naive foreigner but what he doesn't know is that she's a mythical selkie from Scotland. Centuries of distrust between their races return as they learn to live with each other. Their love is tested by the gods, their people, and their past as the Llyr, the patron deity of the selkie, threaten to uproot their worlds as they know it. Together, they must reforge the broken bonds between their species in order to preserve their relationship and break the selkie's curse. • • • Word Count = 90,000-100,000 Title by @DahliasDesk; Cover by KatHuman Featured on reading list crafted by Community Curator: @KateLorraine

Mereana never meant to board the train. Yet when its whistle called in the middle of the night, she found herself stepping into a carriage that should not exist-a train that runs between the living and the dead. Inside, time folds in strange ways. Passengers sit in silence, clutching secrets of their own. Through the windows, she glimpses not landscapes, but fragments of memory, grief, and warning. Each stop draws her deeper into the heart of a mystery that has waited for her all along. At its center sits her grandmother-not as Mereana remembers, but as the keeper of a bargain struck generations ago. Now the rope of her whakapapa frays, and Mereana must decide whether to carry the burden of her people or let it snap forever. Haunting, dreamlike, and rooted in ancestral duty, The Last Train to Arahura is a story of whānau, memory, and the choices that bind us across lifetimes. It asks one question: What would you do if the train of the dead chose you?

After defying the king and stealing his sacred sword, Animo embarks on a mythical odyssey of ancient rebellion against righteous evil. All my work is my own; written with love, not AI.

Whoever Fiáin was born to be died along with her twin brother. She died when a strange white wolf came into their territory and murdered her brother in front of her. All her life, Fiáin had lived with the guilt of having hidden rather than trying to defend her twin, and it didn't matter to her that she had only been a cub herself, or that the effort would've been futile. In her eyes, her brother's loss was her fault. But just as painful as that guilt was the fear that accompanied it; a fear so relentless that she'd never taken her place in her pack, and had settled into a position only one rung above omega. But her family think she's failing to step up, and her father believes that if he just pushes her hard enough, her inner wolf will push back. Cróga, on the other hand, had always known his place. He'd grieved for his younger brother too, but as his father's heir and the subject of an elven oracle's dire prophecy, he couldn't let fear hold him back. Whatever dreams or desires he might have had didn't matter, because one day he would be an alpha male, and a commander of both the Tírgarda and a naval fleet, duty-bound to guard the coast of Tírlaochra from invading forces. His own guilt weighed heavily on him too, because the oracle had forewarned that he could only take his place once his father lost his life, and Cróga wasn't ready to face that loss, or to face his own self-doubt. When the white wolf reappears, Fiáin isn't prepared for her father's decision to send her away, to be the mate of a wolf she barely knows. She's even less prepared for a journey in the company of Styrkr, a male from across the sea who wants to travel Tírlaochra before taking more responsibility in his own pack. None of that matters for long, though, because when the black ships appear from the fog that blankets the sea, war returns to a land that's known peace for centuries, and both Fiáin and Cróga will need to find their places, for the good of everyone.

A grandma and her granddaughter living in an isolated wooden cabin in the middle of the woods. It was mostly serene and peaceful, living side by side with nature. Today, is Anna's 10th birthday. In this story, Anna's grandmother is going to reveal the ominous truth beyond their seemingly 'perfect' world. A catastrophic tale that had passed down through generations, yet it remains an enigma to humanity. Will they accept their 'preordained' fate, or go against it?

Olympus had no foresight, clouded by the chaos created by their own. As they struggled from within, the Minoans rose to power. You think you know their stories: King Minos, the Minotaur's labyrinth and the legend of Icarus. To you, they are children's tales. The Minoans, also known as the Keiftu, were real, and they were the first people to challenge the Gods. They would fail, but not because of Olympian intervention. The seeds of their undoing rooted deep below the foundation of their capitol city: Knossos. This is the story of how a boy became King, how he built an empire. This is the tale of Olympus and how the Gods' feuds brought doom and despair, turning an empire to rubble.